"That's basically how I started cutting," I told Dan
"I'm really sorry, I wouldn't let anyone do that to you. Wait is that all?" Dan questioned.
I shook my head in reply.
*flash back*
⚠️WARNING MAY CONTAIN VIOLENCE . . . . and SOME LANGUAGE ⚠️I was on the bus coming from school. It had been a week since Chris . . . raped me. I started cutting, to try and ease my mental trauma. I sat on the seats wishing my life away.
How was anything going be normal again?
The bus arrived at my stop, and I hopped out. I walked to my house, slowly. Not wanting to be anywhere. My parents didn't believe what I had told them. Well I didn't tell them everything, only someone hurt me.
Before I came to school my parents screamed at me. They said I wasn't good enough. How if they were in that situation they would fight back.
But I couldn't.
I was helpless.
I was alone, and scared, and . . . me.As I arrived home I opened the front door. The house was silence. Eerie, unnatural, planned. I slowly made my way to the kitchen while I tried to ignore the shivers rolling down my spine.
"Ello missy," my Father spoke, " you're a horrible child you know. So greedy and selfish and . . . Ugly. Must get it from your mother." He chuckled
My Mother chimed in" Aye she's the one that's ugly not me. But dear do you know what naughty children get?"
"No I don't," Father said with a smirk tattooed on his face.
"I'll just have to show you," My mother replied.
She then pulled out a belt from behind her back. Father then held me down be the shoulders, ensuring I didn't escape. With one crack of the whip, my hearing went mute. I could see spirals in the air and my 'parents' surrounding me. I could imagine their thick northern accents shouting cruel word. Then all I saw was black.
I had passed out again. Just like Chris.
I woke up the next morning and attempted to get up. But I couldn't. My body ached, every single inch.
* end of flashback*
"This continued for 2 years. Each day after school they did it to me. Some days they would be to intoxicated to even think, so I got by. I couldn't tell anyone though. I had no one to tell. No friends, or family." I said to Dan.
He was starring at the ground, twiddling his fingers.
"No one." I continued, "Then I finally had the courage to tell my principal. I was taken away from them when I showed the police the evidence. Aka my bruises and scars."
I pulled up my shirts, revealing the side of my stomach. It showed one bruise that was permanent. It was dark purple and had a line, from the cut it once was. Dan then placed his hand on my shoulder and said.
"I promise I will never do what Chris or your parents did to you, and I glad you told me."
"Thanks. You know only you and Emma know this and for some reason I already really trust you," I replied.
"Wait I want to show you something," Dan stated.
"Ok?" I said cautiously.
"Come with me," Dan said as he grabbed my hand and dragged me to another room in the flat.
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Cliff hanger whwhwhhahahhah
Please don't get mad. Ik I don't update regularly. School SUCKS. I don't even know how many assessments and exams I have UGHHH help.
Well I hope you enjoyed this. Btw the next chap. IS NOT GOING TO BE SMUT. You dirty minded child ;)
Kk bye!!

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FanfictionYou recently moved to England in hope of a fresh start. One day you bump into him. Daniel Howell. As your relationship grows so do your feeling for him. When your past comes to haunt you how will you cope? Caution: self-harm // suicidal thoughts...